Marsha began to rock and moan in time with my thrusts, then said, God, Pete, I’m going to cum already. We moved, and Marsha turned so she was facing her sister, spread her legs and moved her face into Annie’s crotch. So much for the wine stereotype.
Marsha began to rock and moan in time with my thrusts, then said, God, Pete, I’m going to cum already. We moved, and Marsha turned so she was facing her sister, spread her legs and moved her face into Annie’s crotch. So much for the wine stereotype.